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Cry of the Banshee

In his attempts to purge his town-land of witchcraft and heresy, a
tyrannical ‘n’ puritanical magistrate picks the wrong coven to mess with. After
he massacres her followers, local witch Oona invokes a curse upon the
magistrate’s family and before long, they are gruesomely picked off by a
ravenous beastie…

Cry of the Banshee is an intriguing, if not always entirely
successful, hybrid of occult horror shenanigans and werewolf slasher flick.
Hanging heavy with an eerie, doom-laden atmosphere, it revisits, and arguably
rehashes, the story of Witchfinder General - made two years prior - in
its tale of a merciless magistrate offing members of his community he believes
to be guilty of witchcraft. It certainly revels in the same sadistic violence
as its predecessor and boasts floggings, fiery brandings and buxom wenches
burnt at the stake as witches. Opening with a young woman being forced to
confess her dalliances in the occult as the pious Lord Edward Whitman (Vincent
Price) smirks down on her from the bench in his court, Banshee musters a
downbeat and grim tone. The onscreen murder of two gypsy children follows soon
after as Whitman entertains his upper class peers in his lavish home, openly
demonstrating his sadistic leanings and contempt for the underclass.

What begins as a basic tale of witch-hunts and persecution soon veers into a
‘cursed family/creaky supernatural revenge’ narrative, with some werewolf movie
traits thrown in for good measure. When Whitman kills local witch Oona’s (Elisabeth
Bergner) followers, she curses his family and summons a ‘sidhee’ - a vengeful
spirit/faerie/werewolf - which possesses the body of the family’s loyal
stable-boy and sets about murdering them.

It’s a rather muddled affair and
feels quite disjointed, as though the scripts for several different films had
been spliced together. The uneven pacing is haphazardly broken up by some
moments of atmospheric creepiness in which various victims are stalked and
slain by the creature; the presence of which is signalled by a distant wailing
attributed to a banshee. The monster is wisely relegated to the shadows, as the
little we do glimpse of it reveals its cheap and cheerful effects. The title of
the film is a bit of a misnomer though, as the story doesn’t actually feature a
banshee. What we do get is a curious blend of voodoo rituals and cod Irish
mysticism that falls somewhere between Witchfinder General and Corman’s
Poe films; it pillages Irish mythology with wild, inaccurate abandon and
spuriously aligns itself with the writings of Edgar Allan Poe. While an excerpt
from his poem The Bells appears onscreen before the animated opening
titles roll, it is not based on anything written by Poe.

The distinguished presence of Vincent Price makes it worthwhile viewing though.
While nowhere near his best role, he still delivers a typically reliable
performance as the evil judge - just imagine a much more theatrical rendition
of Witchfinder General’s Matthew Hopkins and you’re halfway there - who
gets his ghastly comeuppance in the twist ending; which is nicely realised. The
script introduces way too many characters, far too early on - most of which
just seem to get lost throughout the film - and this really bogs down the pace.
Indeed, the only sympathetic characters are daughter Maureen (Hilary Heath),
her prodigal brother, and her secret lover Roderick (Patrick Mower), who is
also the unwitting werewolf/sidhee. The sumptuous production design of the magistrate’s abode cuts a striking
juxtaposition with the poverty stricken village in which there lurks a muddy
authenticity. Overall though, this lacks the grandeur of AIP’s earlier gothic
(Poe inspired) horrors, and appears drab and bleak in comparison. One of the
most exciting and unusual elements of the film is actually its opening credits.
The cut-out animations were provided by none other than Terry Gilliam and they
really pre-empt his work on Monty Python.

While nowhere near as accomplished or compelling as its AIP-produced Gothic
horror peers, Banshee still unfurls as an entertaining slice of occult-tinged
hokum, with Mr Price doing what he does best and some creepily staged stalking
sequences livening up the plodding pace and dialogue-heavy scenes.

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